Free Poetry
I never was so
fond of metrical precision
if one excepts two or tree forking
verses
in ancient odds (& ends)
i did not sieve the needs
of angryly hungry readers
unless they appreciate
the freedom
of my rims
then i put them into mill
more than once it came
to be lacking
a foot at the end
of an haiku verse
i just add a dash
& , later on , slash
i used to drive
fork-lift trucks
for soul elevation till complete rest
& for crowning all
encore un sonnet de fait!
des sornettes
Jean-Philippe Guéant
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